Not the most appropriate attraction! *READ A/N before continue, no smut yet it is just a snippet*

AN: This is a work in progress I am only posting a snippet to see if this is something people would like to read. This is my FIRST EVER work.

*Note: this not in anyway true, so any use of names is pure coincidental*

I drag my feet from my car to the building directly in front me, I am exhausted, stressed and much rather be anywhere else than here. I open the doors and start making my way to elevator, not taking time to notice my surroundings. I don’t really need to pay attention to where I am going, I know this building like that back of my hand. It is where all my classes are and where my professor’s office is. I make it to the elevator and for the first time that day, I see my reflection. I sigh and try to make myself look more presentable. My long chestnut hair is frizzy beyond fixing, so I decide to put in a pony tail. My eyes are bloodshot, and I am dressed in a tshirt and leggings. I sigh again at the sight of me, so decide to just add some lip gloss so that I don’t appear so dead to the world. I don’t even know why I am concerned about how I look, I am just going to my professor’s office hours to discuss my last assignment in the semester. This isnt the first time I visit this same professor. His class has been excruciatingly hard. Well then again, if you take a class called Digital Systems you can’t really expect it to be a cakewalk. The first interaction I had with this professor was interesting to say the least. I just walked in casually, talking with my hands as usual. What was not usual, the way he was very quiet and just distancing himself from me. I didnt think too much about it until much later. It felt as if I made him nervous rather than him making me nervous. I never had that experience before, making a professor nervous There is nothing extraordinary about me that could have elicited that reaction . I am 5 ‘4, average build, average weight. Like many other girls out there, I don’t think of myself as exceptionally beautiful just average. Yet for some reason, he made me feel as if I really am more than just me. Why else would he be nervous for the first 5 meetings we had? I finally reach professor Amar’s office and mentally tell myself to not get off topic. After the first strange encounter, I kept coming back to visit him. The visit always starts the same, he’s kind of reserved and to himself until I ask for help and then somehow we get off topic. Last week’s meeting started with me asking a homework question and then ended with him asking me what music I listen to. Though I was in the worst mood walking into the building, that somehow changed as soon as I knocked on his door. “Come in” Professor Amar says. Professor Amar, is also just an ordinary guy, medium build 5 ‘ 10 and has a younger face though I know he’s getting close to 40; something I found out during our previous meetings. I dubbed him as ‘adorkable’ because in a sense he was cute, maybe not traditionally handsome but there was something about him that made him appear sweet. He is soft spoken and doesn’t speak too loudly, if I’m not careful I could miss what he says though he is right in front of me. I open the door, close it right behind me and take my usual seat right across from him. “Hello professor, I wanted to talk the final project I am worried that I didn’t well enough or maybe I am just overthinking..” Before I realize I start going on a tangent about how stressful this semester has been. It is not until he says my name that I fully stop. “Jane, you don’t have to worry I graded it and you did well. Congrats.” I jump up out of my seat for joy and thank him profusely. To which he says “no need to thank me, you have earned this!” He gets up to shake my hand and take it upon myself to just hug him. Normally I would never do this, however in the moment I didn’t think about it.  As matter of fact, I saw him almost every week and started to feel comfortable around him and I can clearly see he also grew comfortable. While embracing him, he freezes like a deer caught in headlights. I eventually notice and back away completely embarrassed. “ I am so sorry, that was totally inappropriate” feeling disappointed as I start to collect my things to run out of there. “No it is okay, it was just unexpected was all. Stay” he says as he notices me making my way to the door. I think that he has asked me to stay so that we can talk about other things like always. “I listened to the songs that you recommended to me last week. They were really good”. I start to remember the songs I recommended, it was a variety from different genres. They were my favorite songs and I felt comfortable sharing it with him. For the first time ever, I start to feel nervous being in front of him. I shared a lot of things with him and I just wonder what he thinks of me. I would be lying if I said I never thought about something beyond our meetings. Hell, he even started to invade my dreams. Just a regular ordinary guy, yet he was in my thoughts even during the most private moments. I didn’t want to be here today because I knew this would be the last time that I had a reason to see him. I wonder if these office meetings have become important to him as they have for me.  I wonder a lot of things all at once, what does his hair feel like, are his hands as soft as the look, does he think about me in the way I think about him?

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